Poem-A-Day: Day 456

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Never home having a good time,
never time for the winter door
out before the hall white circles mind,
ices and freezes time.
Time will fall to its feet.
The world ain't never turning back,
this far lost within the north
till springtime is breathing the wilderness roar.
White ices over,
freezes time, the world, its feet, her hands, and her knees
till winter is lying before a stone's throw
from the white within my mind.
Life will fall, bringing the world…